What's this white stuff?

     My son loves making messes.  Actually, so does my daughter, but Jared is the reigning champion of destruction. 

     This morning, while I was wishing my best friend Heather a happy 23rd birthday, Jared got ahold of some pancake mix, and sprinkled it all over the den floor. 

     I got up to get another cup of coffee (I actually can't really remember why I got up, but considering my personality, the chances of it being for coffee are very high) and noticed some white stuff in the kitchen.  Then I went searching for my kids, and when I opened the door to the den, I found myself looking into what appeared to be a winter-themed gymnasium during a school dance. 

     Haha, there had only been a very light dusting in the kitchen...but in the den, the floor was positively covered in white pancake mix.  It was also on the rug, furniture, and a few toys.  I'm sure I looked like I was about to have a heart attack, but Samantha looked at me and said "I can make snow angels now!"  She was proud of what her little brother had done.  In fact, even though she says that the baby did it by himself, I wouldn't be too surprised if she helped him in some way or at least egged him on.  (Assuming he's in the mood to listen to her, he usually ignores people.) 

     Needless to say, I spent a great deal of time beating out rugs and mopping. 

     I tried to reward myself with lunch, but I blew a fuse while using the microwave, dishwasher, and dryer all at once.  I was so hungry, but I'd just had a shower, and I didn't want to go outside to that dirty utility room in order to flip the switch on the wall.  I agonized over my dilemma for a few minutes, but finally decided to give in to my stomach and I just prayed the whole time I was in there that no bugs would attack me.  I made it back safely, and heated up some leftover Hamburger Helper from last night. 

     And wouldn't you know...while I was eating, a huge horsefly or something landed right on my arm!  And I thought I was safer inside. 

3:10 PM - 7/26/2006 - comments {0} - post comment

Life's a what?

     Sometimes I wonder about my daughter, Samantha.  She's very funny, and she can be so sweet at times.  But she can be so...weird.  LOL.  I keep on asking myself "Where on Earth could she get an idea like that?"  I don't think she's going to reveal her secrets though.  But I will provide you with a little song that Samantha has been singing lately, and I have yet to make much sense out of it: 

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merry, merry, merry, merry

Life's a butterball

     Does that make any sense to you?  I didn't think so.  Talk about a new twist on an old classic...and leave it up to my daughter to have the quirkiness to come up with it in the first place.

3:05 PM - 7/26/2006 - comments {1} - post comment

My First Blog

     Hello there, and welcome to my blog!  I will go ahead and tell you that I have no clue what I'm doing...but I will do my best to entertain you, or maybe even teach you something every once in a while.  Mostly however, I will give you an upclose look at what it's like to go insane thanks to your children. 

     Okay, so I'm not insane.  (At least I hope not, but you never can tell until it's too late.)  I am, however, quite quirky at times.  You will pick up on that quickly, haha. 

     I should also warn you that, while most people rely on normal substances for bodily energy, I am almost completely coffee-propelled.  I drink about a pot a day, just to keep my feet dragging the floor.  I wish I had an IV drip for caffeine that I could just wheel around with me, that would be so convenient!  But then I wouldn't ever be able to use any of my pretty mugs, and I also wouldn't be able to say I needed a coffee break whenever I wanted to wind down...so I guess things are okay the way they are. 

     So, on to my reason for needing so much caffeine--my two beautiful children.  Samantha is 4 years old, and she's an absolute riot.  Although she's very headstrong and demanding, but she's so cute that you can forgive her for almost anything.  My son Jared is two years old, and he's a little sweetheart.  He hasn't been officially diagnosed, but it's almost certain that he has some form of autism.  But he's only mildly or moderately affected, so I'm very thankful for that. 

     I'd wanted to be a doctor (OB/GYN) since 2nd grade, but I left college to become a work at home mom.  Mostly I sell ebooks online, although every once in a while I branch out a bit.  I really want to start selling (you guessed it!) coffee, and hope to get that started soon.  I currently sell premium pet food, you can email me if you're interested. 

     I still haven't figured out how to balance work, family, and household duties, but I am really trying.  I like to think that I get better every day.  (But in reality, it's more like one small improvement every month.)  I reserve the right to talk about anything I want to in my own blog, so I won't put a limit on what I'm going to write about.  All I hope is that it's something at least a few people can enjoy.  But if you can actually *relate* to what I'm saying...then I feel sorry for you.  It might be fun to watch a circus every once in a while, but it's a different story if the circus is your life.

2:35 PM - 7/26/2006 - comments {1} - post comment